It’s been on my New Year’s goals list several years running.
It makes the list and then gets ignored.
“Write a magazine article”
I figure that’s a more realistic goal than to start with writing a book.
Yet, I haven’t done it.
Maybe it’s laziness, but I don’t think so.
I think it’s not wanting to fail.
I’m doing it now.
Finally writing that article.
Good grief, I’m going to be 55 this summer so I better get crackin’ on this life goal.
I want to write.
I want to be a writer.
I feel tears welling up just typing the words.
My goals aren’t lofty ones of best selling novels.
Magazine articles and children’s books would make me happy.
I’m the best story telling Nana and proud of it.
There are dozens of children’s books bubbling around in my heart.
But I’m finally beginning with that New Year’s goal.
I’ve been working on the article all week.
It’s a raw and real story about the miracle God did in my relationship with my Dad.
God heals us in layers.
I really believe that.
Just when you think you’re all better, He takes the healing another layer deeper.
That’s what the writing this week has done.
It’s healing another layer,
and that’s a good thing.
Maybe they’ll like my article, and maybe they’ll publish it.
Maybe they won’t.
You’ll be the only ones to see and read it if that’s the case.
Either way, I’m stepping out and trying,
and it’s about time.